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"Good."
"Look deeply at each other and connect. Good. Look at how your partners face is looking at you. What signals are they giving you? Pick up on those signals and reciprocate them. Open up a feedback look with each other, okay?"
"That's really good, guys. There's a real comfort level between you two."
"Charlie, why don't you start by offering Natalie a simple factual statement and Natalie you take it in and give something back to Charlie and let's just see where this takes you two, okay?"
"Whenever you're ready. Whenever you feel it... begin."
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"Okay. Natalie, I think you are one of the sweetest people that I know."
"Oh, Charlie. Thank you."
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"Charlie, I think that you take good care of Claire. I never have to worry about her because I know that you're there for her."
"Thank you, Natalie. I think the same thing about you an Neal. I like Neal a lot."
"Me too, Charlie. Me too. Charlie, I am glad that you and Neal are friends. I like having you and Claire over for dinner."
"I like that too, Natalie. Sometimes Claire doesn't want to come over, but I talk her into it. Once she's there, though, she really has a good time. She loves you two guys so much."
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"Okay, keep going guys, but let's let go of Neal and Claire and really focus on you two, okay? And focus and dive back deeply down and connect with each other and ... whenever you're ready... begin."
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"Natalie, I like your new haircut. You look good with short hair, like that."
"Oh, Charlie. That makes me feel really good that you noticed. You're such a sweet man. Charlie, I noticed that your shirt is neatly pressed and I know that you like ironing your own shirts and I think that's so wonderful for a man to to care so much about his appearance. Believe me, I appreciate it."
"Thank you, Natalie. I do think it's important to present yourself well. You never know who is going to be looking."
"No, you never do, Charlie. I am looking, though."
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"Really?"
"Yes, really."
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"Natalie, I like your arms. All that tennis has really paid off. Your arms are really well-defined and I think that's sexy as Hell."
"Really? I do too. I like muscles. I like moving and feeling your muscles shift and move. I like stretching and flexing and feeling the pull when you push your muscles to the edge. Sometimes I'm like a cat, that way."
"I bet you are. Natalie, I can't help but notice how flexible you are. You're very limber."
"Charlie, I think it's important to maintain your body through diet and exercise. I know you know what I mean. I remember last summer when you and Neal worked on those cabinets in the garage. You were so sweaty. I could see the t-shirt sticking to your body. And I though, "God, he looks good."
"You look good too, Natalie. I remember that day. That lemonade you brought us was so tart. It almost hurt my mouth. But I drank it and I liked it. I couldn't keep my eyes off of you."
"I couldn't take my eyes off of you. I considered sending Neal out for some more lemons, to see if I could talk you into the hottub with me!"
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"Okay, guys, let's focus more on the-"
"I would've gotten in that hot tub with you, Natalie. I know I shouldn't. I know that Claire wouldn't approve, but I would've. If you'd asked me to. I would've."
"I wish I had."
"I wish you had too."
"Okay, guys-"
"Sometimes when I'm making love with Neal, I pretend it's you."
"Oh god. Do you? Do you really?"
"I do. And I get off on it. It drives me wild. I can just imagine how strong and broad your back is. I imagine raking my fingers across it."
"You do that, don't you?!?"
"Yes, I do."
"I've been trying to talk Claire into having a threesome with you for years now. Once, she almost agreed to swap with you and Neal and I would've agreed to it, in a minute, just to be with you, but then she reconsidered because she didn't want to have sex with Neal and the next time I brought it up, she cried."
"I wish you'd told me. I would've talked Neal into it. He wants Claire. I could've made it happen."
"He can have her. She's terrible in bed. Ever since we had Christian, she just lies there and clocks out and I feel like I'm doing it with a dummy or a sex doll or something. I hope he doesn't expect blowjobs. Because she doesn't give 'em.
"I do. Good ones. Really good ones."
"God. It's been so long. If we swapped, Neal can have Claire. As long as I got a night.. NO!... a weekend with you. I would need a weekend. To do everything that I want to do."
"Um, guys?"
"Yes, you would! You would need a weekend to satisfy me. God, I'm so wet right now. I'm grinding my ass on this chair and thinking about fucking you and it's making me so hot, right now."
"Guys?"
"I want you so badly, Natalie. I don't like Neal. I never liked Neal. I think he's boring as shit. But I come over to the house to see you. To watch you. I can't tell you how many times I've jerked off thinking about you. Twice a day, sometimes. I hide it in the shower, but I'm thinking about you."
"I think about you when I masturbate too. God, I bet you have a big dick!"
"I do. It's huge. So big. God, I'm so hard, right now. I want you right now, right here. I want to fuck you on this stage, right fucking now."
"Oh God, Charlie! Keep talking nasty to me. I think I'm going to cum. I'm a mess! Look how hard my nipples are!"
"God! Oh God, Natalie! They look so good! I want to rip your clothes off of you and bend you over that office chair and shove my big, fat dick into you, over and over and over again!"
"Over and over!"
"Yes, over and over!"
"Pull my hair! I want you to pull my hair when you fuck me you nasty, nasty man!"
"I will! I'll pull your hair. And hold you down! I don't want you to look at me! It's too much! It's too shameful. If you look at me, it's like we're cheating on Claire and Neal!"
"I want to raise my ass up and be fucked so hard from behind... I think I'm going to cum, right here! Right now! Oooooooooooh GOD!"
"Me too! Uh! Oh God, Natalie!"
"Oh God, Charlie! Uh! Uh! Uh!
"Uh! God! Unh!"
"I'm cuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm iiiiiiiiiiinnnnngggggggg!
"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh! Oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh! Gah! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!"
"Oh my God. .... That was incredible. Amazing!"
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"So good. So good."
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"You didn't lay a finger on me and I came harder than I have in years with Neal."
"I've made a terrible mess in my underpants."
"That's hot."
"I know it is."
"Wow."
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"Okaaaaaaaaaay, then. I'm going to go ahead and call it "Break Time" right there and give everyone five minutes to hit the bathrooms and .... um.... smoke a cigarette if you want one. No, let's take ten minutes and.... can I bum a cigarette off of someone? I really need a cigarette right now. Ten minutes, everyone, ten minutes!"
A brief word or two of explanation is available in the comments below for those who need it...
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A brief word of explanation for those who need it...
I am currently enrolled in a Meisner acting class at the theater where I work. Tonight was the first session. And no, nothing like this happened.
But during class, while I was in the back of the room, listening to my instructor discuss the class, I remembered the Meisner class that I took years ago. Eight years ago, to be exact. And how I'd heard these astonishing tales about people in their Meisner class getting so into their scenes that CRAZY THINGS WOULD HAPPEN like make-out sessions and people dry-humping each other and shit like that.
Well, nothing that scandalous happened in my Meisner class, the last time. And so far, nothing has happened like that in THIS Meisner class. In fact, I doubt that's possible. It's a pretty formal class structure. I think that the Meisner-class orgy is probably a bit of an urban myth sprouting from some in-class scenework where two actors that already wanted each other used the class as a chance to safely explore their feelings for each other.
But it lead me to thinking about the REALITY of a Meisner-class orgy and how incredibly awkward it would be for everyone else in class. And how hilarious it would be if two people that already wanted each other found an uncontrollable situation where the simple Meisner class exercise released all of their pent-up feelings for each other.
So that was the impetus for this fiction-writing. I sat down with a rough outline "Things start slowly and we introduce the concept of the absent spouses. There's some brief flirting and then someone decides, "fuck it, I'm going to say what I've been thinking" and then after that, it's full steam ahead until the logical and horribly uncomfortable ending. And because I've written fiction pieces here on my blog before, this blog becomes a perfect place to explore something like this.
I also wanted to experiment with a complete lack of narrator, using only the dialogue to give the necessary information. I also wanted to use names to indicate who is talking to to whom and throw in the teacher's voice to break up the narrative, albeit ineffectively.
And because I can't resist clever names, you'll note that both couples names begin with the same letter, so as to reinforce the readers understanding.
As for the dirty, smutty section of the piece, well, it HAS to get horribly, horribly dirty for the characters to get to a place where they DO get off. They have to use the dirty, raw language of sex, in order for it to read as real. That is my best approximation of aroused human sexual dialogue. Hopefully it reads as something real.
I didn't write this thing to titillate or arouse my reader. It should shock you a bit and charge you up as this serene scene escalates into full-on, verbal fucking, but that's all setup for the punchline of the reality of the teacher. It's meant to amuse you more than anything.
Hey, if it actually turns your crank and you get actually turned on, in real life though, and you get your rocks off, that's okay too. You're home alone. Nobody knows any different. I won't judge you for it. Different readers have different reactions to the same written piece.
Me? I think it's funny as Hell.
I'll be sure to mention here in my blog if my actual class actually leads to an ACTUAL make-out sessions or whatnot. I doubt that will actually happen, though.
Cheers,
Mr.B
I'd like to say I've been in a Meiner class since 2000 (with maybe a year or two break in-between) and I've seen a LOT of these things. My teachers are two of the most respected teachers of the Meisner technique in Chicago. Once you've learned the basic rules of the technique (and there are a few of them) there are only two things NOT allowed in a repetition...No hitting. No Penetration. Everything else, as long as it is fully expressed and observed is fair game. With that in mind, I've been in classes where: most clothing has been shed; making out between two straight men, two straight women, women and men happened on a regular basis; someone broke the wall because they punched a hole into it; people cried uncontrollably until snot was dripping from their nose; men had hard-ons so obvious their pants were pup-tents (like in jr. high). This has just been MY experience. My teacher tells us he's been in class where a 5'4" 250 pound woman was so turned on by someone she took off ALL HER CLOTHING. Many things CAN happen in an advanced level Meisner class while still adhering to the rules. And, hell, when things are crap-tastic at home, sometimes you need a place where you CAN express those things in order to not kick the dog, smack the spouse, or fuck the neighbor. But mostly, it opens you up to ANYTHING that might happen on that stage. I LOVE that you're taking a Meisner class. LOVE IT. Please keep us updated on ye olde blog as things progress. :)
Meanwhile, over in the playwriting class, we were bickering about whether or not to cut the first two lines of a piece in order to "hit the ground running" for 47 minutes, then angrily smoking cigarettes and not talking to each other.
Writing sucks.
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